I mean, people say the food is good. You nod. And then you're at a hawker centre at 10pm eating something you can't name and you realise "good" was doing very little work as a description. This became its own kind of romance for us — just eating our way through evenings, no dress code, no reservation. The Singapore couple tours we'd seen often had fancy dinner recommendations, which are fine. But the hawker nights were better.